(just a simple story, with fluff and romance and little bit traumatic) grammar mistakes.
"You are breaking my heart Sweetheart. I am immune to everyone's tears but not yours , you have got me ready to fall to my knees and beg you to tell me what I...
"Though our steps may not go along together,I still want to walk this path with you."
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It was a calm Saturday morning, but Y/N’s heart carried a gentle warmth as she mixed the cookie dough in her modest kitchen. The sunlight streaming through the windows bathed her little world in a golden glow, but her mind was already at the orphanage, imagining the laughter and joy on the children’s faces when they saw her treats. They were her family, her escape, and her happiness.
The shrill sound of the doorbell broke her thoughts. Wiping her hands on her apron, she walked to the door, curiosity flickering in her eyes. As she opened it, a familiar figure stood there—Mr. Lee.
"Uncle!" Y/N greeted with her warm smile, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hello, my dear," Mr. Lee said, his eyes soft with affection. He walked in, his movements slower than usual, and sat on the living room couch.
"How are you feeling, Uncle? You look a little tired," Y/N asked, concerned as she poured him a glass of water.
"I'm fine, Y/N," he replied, his voice laced with the weariness of age. "And you? How have you been?"
"I'm doing well," she said cheerfully, trying to hide her concern. "Wait here. I’ve made something for you to try."
Moments later, Y/N returned with a small plate of cookies, their sweet aroma filling the room. "Here, Uncle. Taste this and let me know what you think. I made these for the kids."
Mr. Lee took a bite, his expression softening into one of delight. "Delicious, my daughter. Just perfect. You’ve always had a golden touch." He reached for another, the warmth in his eyes making her chest tighten with gratitude.
But as they sat together, his demeanor changed. A serious, almost somber look settled on his face.
"Y/N," he began, his voice heavier than before, "I need to talk to you about something important."
Y/N tilted her head, puzzled. "What is it, Uncle?"
He hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he placed the plate down. "I’ve been thinking about your future, and... I want you to say yes to something. Something that would make me very happy."
Her heart sank. The weight in his tone made her stomach churn. "Uncle, what do you mean?"
"I want you to marry my business partner’s son," he said finally, his voice laced with both hope and hesitation. "They’re a good family, Y/N. They’ll take care of you, and you won’t have to face life alone anymore."
The words hit her like a cold wave. She stared at him, unable to speak. Marriage? To someone she didn’t even know?
"Uncle," she said after a long pause, her voice trembling, "I—"
